First things first, I am terribly, terribly, sorry for the lateness of this chapter, for some reason I just wasn't happy with it, I ended up rewriting it about five times. That, and for a while I was a little depressed, because a person who will remain nameless decided to flame me because he couldn't understand the difference between a flame and constructive criticism. Of course we had some major weather problems as well. cough Hurricane Frances and Jeanne cough
Anyway, we have a winner! Congrats to trikster, who correctly identified the language as Al Bhed from Final Fantasy 10. Unfortunately since you didn't leave me your e-mail I can't send you details on character creation, unless you don't want one added to the story…
And DarkCatXX, I must say that I am impressed that you took the time to translate most of it, it was a bit off though, crymm means shall, not will. And unfortunately the contest was to identify the language, not translate it.
And to those who didn't get it, don't worry, I'm putting up a few Zelda related quizzes at the end of a few more chapters for a few more chars, so make sure you take a look.
To GuruGuru214, thank you very much for your input, can't say I've ever seen MegaTokyo, but the idea is a very good one. I guess what I want to try and get across is that no one can really understand her, yet. But I probably will use that idea for when she's talking to herself. Thank you again for your input.
One last thing, I promise! Here is a quick way to translate Al Bhed
http:www. pixelscapes. com/ twoflower /albhed. html
copy, paste, remove the spaces, and you get a quick, easy way to translate Al Bhed.
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Zyte rested her head on her knees, floating in void of darkness she had become so accustomed to. At the moment she was pondering the dream she had had just recently while trying to stay awake. For some reason she was incredibly tired, cold too, the shadows were unusually frigid today. She turned her thoughts back to the dream, it certainly had been an odd one, she had fought Dracken in other dreams before, but this time…
She took a deep breath in before wincing in pain, why was she in pain now? When she had just been imprisoned she had felt aches and pains from her various wounds, but over the years she had grown so use to them that she barely noticed they were there anymore.
But these new ones, the tenderness of her face and palms of her hands, the way her left wing hurt whenever she shifted it, the steady throb in her chest that increased in intensity whenever she breathed. These puzzled her to no end, mainly due to the fact that she had gotten these wounds in her dream.
The dream…
The fact that Dracken was in it didn't surprise her, she had fought him several times before in her dreams, sometimes she would win and other times he would. But this time had been different, why was Link there? Who was that blond haired girl? The ruined temple, the forest, Dracken's new skill, what did it all mean?
Zyte lifted her head from her knees and sighed, maybe all these years of solitude were finally getting to her, maybe her mind was started to play tricks on her as she descended into madness.
The air around her suddenly grew close, the darkness started to feel strangely humid and stuffy. She groaned inwardly, knowing what it meant. How could she have been so stupid, letting her guard down while she was absorbed in her thoughts.
"What do you want Dracken?"
The Soaran chuckled, "What? I can't come and see my favorite shadow twister?"
Zyte twisted so she was standing, grinding her teeth to prevent the pain and exhaustion from showing on her face. "Last time I checked I was the only shadow twister." She crossed her arms and glared at him, "now what is it that you want this time?"
Dracken grinned and shook his head, "Zyte, Zyte, Zyte, I'm surprised you're not enjoying your new freedom. You can't tell me you enjoy being in this dreadful place more than fresh air." The look of surprise must have showed on her face, for Dracken's grin widened further. "Didn't know you were freed, did you? Thought it was another dream?"
Zyte's faced tightened into a grimace, what did he mean? What she experienced wasn't a dream? But that would mean...
She shook her head, regardless of whether it was true or not didn't change the fact that he was still here. "Is that all? You invaded my mind just to tell me that?"
"Dear me no, I came to visit poor little Zyte, still stuck in the dream world while I'm out free."
Zyte gritted her teeth in annoyance. "Go away."
"What was that my dear? I couldn't hear you."
"I said go away!"
Dracken bended into a mock bow. "As you wish," he said, before turning translucent and fading away.
Zyte's anger flared back up inside her, "son of a-"
The sword blade pressed against her throat stopped her mid-sentence. She stiffened as his breath glanced her cheek.
"Tsk tsk Zyte, such language, do you talk to your parents with that mouth?"
"Don't you dare mention them!" she hissed, the threat all too evident in her voice.
"Very well, but just so you know Zyte," he leaned in closer to her ear, "watch your back, the day will arrive when I come for you and your lovely little powers, I would hate to be deprived of a good fight just because you got careless." With that the sword at her throat, as well as Dracken, was gone.
Zyte slouched forward, cursing Dracken to the seven circles of Hell. She stared at the darkness, raining her look of hatred upon it.
"Just you wait Dracken, I'll be ready. Even if you kill me, I'll drag you down with me!"
With that declaration Zyte was finished, she was tired, stressed, and ready for sleep. Her breaths coming in raged little gasps she curled up in a fetal position, knees to her chest, one wing curled over her side protectively.
"So tired…" she managed to murmur, her eyelids drooping. She needed sleep, yes, sleep sounded good right about now. That thought lingering in her exhausted mind her eyes slid shut, her muscles relaxed and loosened, and she fell into an instant, dreamless sleep.
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Zyte…
Leave me alone.
Time to get up Zyte.
Go away.
Get up Zyte.
I don't want to.
She rolled over, only vaguely aware of her muscles screaming in protest, and buried her face in something soft.
Soft?
Zyte bolted upright, only to double back over as pain shot through her chest in protest of the sudden movement. She closed her eyes from the onslaught, grinding her teeth together until it subsided.
When it had finally let up she blearily opened an eye, only to have them both widen in bewilderment. A note of panic sang through her chest when she failed to recognize her surroundings, her hand instinctively went to her back in search of her swords, but found none. Cursing silently at this turn of events she forced herself to take a deep breath and calm down. Her eyes roved around the room, taking in the age darkened wood of the walls and various other oddities that were littered about the room. Tilting her head slightly upward to look at the ceiling caused another spasm of pain to streak through her chest. Gritting her teeth she gently put a hand on her chest, feeling the tender flesh through her tunic and undershirt.
'Damn him' she thought, 'he must have bruised my ribs.'
She then moved her wings experimentally, the left wing felt oddly stiff and numb. Reaching back to touch it her hand came in contact with some sort of paste that had almost turned completely hard, it smelled sort of minty when she held it in front of her nose. She didn't know how it got there or what it was supposed to be doing, but she really didn't feel like taking the time to wipe it all off at the moment.
The ceiling creaked above her and once again she turned her face toward it, this time slowly so as not to upset her ribs. Straining her ears she thought she could hear muffled voices, but she couldn't be sure. One thing she knew though, it was incredibly stuffy in this tiny room for someone who had grown up with more free space then you could shake a stick at. She hated the tight, enclosed feeling that came with breathing stale air and being stuck in tiny spaces.
Easing herself out of bed she carefully made her way over to the door and opened it a tiny crack, relaxing as a slight breeze blew fresh air into the room. Taking in a deep breath of it her forehead wrinkled in confusion. This air was not something she was use to, it had an odd, heavy feel to it, almost like it was laced with something, she could feel her throat and lungs burn with each new breath. And then there was the smell, her nostrils flared in displeasure as the sharp odor assaulted her nose.
She pushed the door open a bit, hoping to see if she could get a glimpse of where she was, and stuck her head out. It was dark out, the sliver of moon and handful of stars providing the only light. Starting to ease out of the doorway a bit more she froze when she heard a voice above her.
"So, how's she doing?"
"Hard to say," a second voice, decidedly more feminine than the first, replied, "we patched up her cuts the best we could, but to be honest we just aren't sure what to do with that wing of hers."
"It's broken?"
"Yeah, slamming into that wall cracked it good, might be in a couple of pieces for all we know. We put some numbing stuff on it, so she shouldn't feel it until it wears off."
"Well that's good, you think the Rito might know how to take care of her wing though?"
"Maybe." There was a short pause, "you know what's strange about her though?"
"What?"
"Remember that wound on her shoulder? Believe it or not, when we went to patch it up it was gone."
"What? The huge thing is gone?"
"Yep, puzzled Nudge and me to no end. You never know, maybe her race has accelerated healing."
"If that's the case we need to get that bone set as quickly as possible, there's nothing worse then having a bone heal the wrong way."
"Yeah, the sooner the better." There was another pause. "Well, I'm going to go check on her, see if she's awake, maybe get her name if she is, you coming?"
"Sure, I'd like to meet her myself."
Zyte listened to the exchange of words, there wasn't much more she could do, considering she hadn't understood a single word of it. She quickly tried to assess the situation, she was weaponless, hurt, confused, and didn't know where the hell she was. Heck, she didn't even know if these people were friend of foe. Stopping her train of thoughts to see if she could hear them conversing she realized with a jolt that a pair of footsteps were coming steadily closer to her position. As quickly and quietly as she could she shut the door and pressed herself against the wood next to the door, her brain already forming a plan. She grimaced, if there was one thing she'd learned after spending all those years with Dracken it was better to kill then be killed.
Listening as the footsteps got closer and closer she tensed, ready to spring out the door as soon as it opened. The footsteps stopped and with a loud creak the door swung open. With a flurry of feathers Zyte exploded out the door, landed, and spun to face them, fists up and ready to be used.
"E tuh'd ghuf fru oui yna, pid E'mm pa tyshat ev oui drehg E's zicd kuehk du mad oui gemm sa."
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I know this isn't the best chapter after such a long wait, but I hope to have the next one out much sooner, for some reason this one was a bear to write, but now that I'm done with it the others should be much easier.
And before I forget here's the quiz question! Please note that there is a limit of one char per person, so if you win this one you can still guess but you won't get another character added. As with before, the first person to answer the question correctly will win, and if you leave a guess be sure to leave your e-mail too.
1, In Majora's Mask what is your reward for delivering all of the stray fairies from Snowhead Temple to their fairy fountain?
Another question will be posted next chapter. Good luck to everyone!